After he left we started unpacking. A couple months later, he came back saying he bought a house. By the time I'm writing this, the house would be exactly 100 years old. I am 1000% sure this house is haunted. I would see things move and see giant black figures walk past me. I would hear people talking around me. I have even had these move by themselves when I wasn't looking. But according to his family I was crazy. But there was no way, I hated being there, you can feel the presents. There was a creepy basement where things would randomly happen. I have had things been thrown down there. My dad dropped a hammer down there once. The shit literally was thrown in front me. I was walking in the opposite direction and I heard a giant crash. That bitch was right behind me. I ran upstairs so fast. I was so scared.
No one believed me. I was only there for weekends though. About a month later I was driving to his house. He was drunk, I could tell. When I got in the car he had to drinks in the front seat. One with something clear and one with vodka in it. I can't remember the brand but it stinked. When we were driving he would take his hand off the wheel and drink both at the same time. When we got to his house I texted my mom what had happened. She said to stay away from him. If he's in the same room leave it. I was in my room on my phone and he started yelling at me. Apparently I was being lazy and need to get off my ass. So I did. I got up and yelled at him
"Stop yelling at me you fat bitch!" He slapped me and pulled my pants down and started spanking my bare ass. When he left I broke the rod off the window and I started screaming at him.
"Come here you bitch!" "Come down here now!" "I know you can hear me you fat bitch!"
He came down stairs and dropped his phone, His obses currently girlfriend sat there in the other room recording.
"So what your not going to do is touch me. Ok?" "Because I know that shits illegal"
He walked up to me and ripped the rod out my hand. I kicked him and he picked me up and started hitting me again. He called his sisters and mom and father and they all started recording me. I was ripping shit out of the walls talking about all the shit he has been doing. They all were laughing. My dad said stop recording and they all left the room. They put a chair up the door and I couldn't leave. I heard them talking about how this is going to be useful in court. He wants me to be torchered even more I guess. I had issues like this with my mother. Before he came back he was sent back to Hawaii and I lived with him till he was told to leave because my mom didn't want me there. That's when he started feeding my pills. ADHD pills. Them bitches sucked. They made me so tired. He would hit me all the time will my step mom would record only my reaction and me crying telling him not to touch me. And he would respond with I didn't touch you. I was 9. I had no way to defend my self.
After about an hour of being in that room I heard a new voice call my name. One I had never heard before. 2 big men entered the room. This fucker called the police on me.
"He called the fucking police?"
"Stop cussing boy, your father showed us the recording."
"Oh but did he tell you the part where he picked me up ripped my pants off and beat me? I bet he didn't right? Right?"
"No? He said you randomly started cussing and that he never did anything." I could see my dad's face go red.
"That bitch ain't innocent. He was hitting me and was recording me yelling at him for the things he has done wrong to me."
" I get treated like dog shit on the bottom of a shoe over here. He treats me like shit all the time. I can't sleep at night because of him, I can't eat properly with him. I can't do not shit with him in my life!"
The police left the room and shut the door. I started crying. I could hear them talking about something.
They came back in the room after 5 minutes
"Go apologize to your dad then clean this room."
They told me to fucking apologize because he told them about the imaginary war he went to.
I said sorry then shut and locked my door. Good thing it was a saturday. He gave my phone back. My mom was coming to get us.
